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Review: Mush – 3D Routine

Post-punk has been thriving the last couple years in the US and the UK. One of the UK bands getting a lot of attention in the genre nowadays is Mush (Nick Grant – bass, Dan Hyndman – vocals, Phil Porter – drums, Tyson Porter – guitar) who combine quirky jamming with sharp spoken word lyrics about work life drudgery, political mockery, and crushing debt left behind by past generations on their debut album 3D Routine.

“Revising My Fee” starts with sharp guitar angles and reminding everyone that practically everyone in Mush’s generation is “always in debt.” Tyson Porter’s solo on it is outstanding. The band punches back at the forces keep them in that debt on “Eat the Etiquette” and then tackles death on “Existential Dread” – a snappy tune (with even snappier drumming by Phil Porter) about shuffling along and avoiding life while approaching death.

I’m guessing “Coronation Chicken” is about the Royal Family, but I could be wrong. I do know that it has a swanky groove to it that I love. “Island Mentality,” like “Eat the Etiquette,” starts with a short instrumental intro, before it kicks into quick post-punk rollicking. “Fruits of the Happening,” apart from having an intriguing title, has another solid intro before Hyndman sings about how, if we’re not vigilant, we can become the product of events around us that are often out of our control.

“Hey Gammon Head” has Tyson Porter’s guitar work bordering on psychedelic rock territory. Hyndman spits his lyrics so fast on the title track that you can barely keep up with him, but Grant’s bass keeps the tune rooted. “Gig Economy” is a frantic take on not only the economics of being in a touring band, but also how everyone is working some sort of side hustle gig just to get by.

“Poverty Pornography” keeps up this theme by throwing down a snarky track about rich folks getting richer and enjoying the fruits of the poor’s labor. “No Signal in the Paddock” has one of the best grooves on the whole record, with the Porter brothers and Grant all working in perfect timing yet still sounding rough and raw. The closer, “Alternative Facts,” is over nine minutes of ranting against those who power who expect us to swallow their bullshit.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Hyndman’s weird vocal delivery. He mixes post-punk sarcasm with punk snot and art rock flair. In other words, he’s perfect for singing in a post-punk band.

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Rewind Review: Soulwax – Essential (2018)

When the Belgian duo of David and Stephen Dewaele, otherwise known as Soulwax, were asked by BBC Radio to create an “essential mix” in 2017, they decided to create an entire album of new music based on the meaning of the word “essential” instead of just mix a bunch of material made by other folks. The result, Essential, turned out to be a great record mixing house music, dub, electro, and trance.

The twelve tracks are named “Essential One,” “Essential Two,” “Essential Three,” etc. No other ornamentation is needed. “One” mixes radio static and electronic alarm clock blips into a funky cacophony. “Two” brings in disco bass and what sounds like electro-vibraphone to get your booty shaking. It flows so well into the ready-made-for-the-dance-floor “Three” that you might not notice the transition.

The groovy bass continues on “Four,” and there’s a brief pause before the echoing chants of “Five” fill your head. The bells and other percussion of “Six” are downright addictive. “Seven” is a bit mellower than the previous tracks, but not by much. It still keeps you moving. The bass on “Eight” is fat as a whale and will have your entire house party moving so hard they might topple over your china cabinet. “Nine” mixes in odd rhythms to the funky bass for a cool brew.

“Ten” starts with menace, but drifts into a quiet bliss by its end. “Eleven” has the most discernible, and sexiest, lyrics. The sultry synth-beats certainly don’t hurt either. “Twelve” is the shortest track on the album at two minutes-thirty seconds, but it still has enough swanky bass to supply a half-hour DJ set.

Essential is indeed that if you’re a fan of Soulwax or electro music. They recently announced that their U.S. tour has been postponed, but dates would be rescheduled. Don’t miss them if they’re near you.

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Review: Okay Kaya – Watch This Liquid Pour Itself

Kaya Wilkins, also known as Okay Kaya, explores depression, love, sex, death, and boredom on her album Watch This Liquid Pour Itself. That’s not to say the album is a bleak bore. It’s quirky, catchy, clever, and intriguing.

“Baby Little Tween” has Wilkins flat-out telling her lover she’ll eventually get tired of having sex with him and wondering if her anti-depressants will shut down her libido altogether. The electro beats behind the track are slow jam-sexy, however, so it seems that Wilkins is getting busy while she can. “Ascend and Try Again” is Wilkin’s blueprint for reducing stress and staying in the moment as she sings about breath control atop simple acoustic and bass guitar chords.

The lazy beats of “Insert Generic Name” reinforce Wilkins’ sexy croon as she sings about how it sucks to be someone’s girlfriend and the “center of resentment in your harem.” “Anything could happen at any given time, no wonder I’m overstimulated,” Wilkins sings on “Overstimulated.” It’s a Velvet Underground-like song about her being fascinated by her lover, but it could as easily be a song about ADHD. “Psych Ward” would be a major Pixies hit in another reality, but Wilkins beat them to it as she sings witty lyrics about her own experiences in treatment (“You can peel an orange however you please in the psych ward…”) while her backing band puts down a wicked groove.

“Guttural Sound” is a dream-like track about the dangers of looking forward to a future that might not, and probably won’t, happen. It also skewers hipsters (“I desperately want to be thirty-something, on my way to the nearest AA meeting.” / “In the dog park, have a discussion on which Brita filter is the best one.”). “Asexual Being,” in which Wilkins admits that “sex with me is mediocre, but I can probably feel what you’re feeling.”, has house music bass encouraging you to get down and at least entertain the idea of being okay with mediocre sex and Netflix and ice cream. “Popcorn Heart” is as tender as a 1950’s ballad and perfect for your kid’s prom slow dance playlist.

The bass groove, beats, and piano of “Mother Nature’s Bitch” make it sound like a lost Fleetwood Mac cut. “Hallelu Ya Hallelu Me” is another dreamy track, this one about obession (“It’s so creepy. I think of you instead of eating or sleeping.”). “Symbosis” has Wilkins comparing herself and her lover to algae while weird synths shift around in the background. It’s not unlike a Gary Wilson song. In fact, Ms. Wilkins and Mr. Wilson would probably make a great album together because they love singing about and exploring the same themes – love, loneliness, romance, kissing, and obsession.

The cleverly titled “Givenupitis” is a lovely slow-funk slap upside the head of apathetic people who are so attached to their IDGAF attitude that they’ve lost connections with nearly everyone around them. The lyrics for “Helsevesen” are in Norwegian (the title translates to “health service”), and the song has an echoing, icy quality to it that befits the Norwegian landscape. The electro beats and bass of “Stonethrow” produce the most danceable track on the record as Wilkins worries that she’s “becoming what the kids these days call insecure.” Wilkins’ voice goes low for “Zero Interaction Ramen Bar” while she sings about being alone in a bright, yet dreary place with nothing and no one to console her apart from booze, tasteless dumplings, and her own thoughts.

This is one of those records that’s perfect for the right mood. It’s hard to determine what that mood is, as it will be different for everyone, but that shows how good of a songwriter Wilkins is. She has crafted an album that will resonate with different listeners in different ways. That’s no easy task.

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Rewind Review: Iggy Pop – Post-Pop Depression (2016)

Iggy Pop once described his 2016 album Post-Pop Depression in a Rolling Stone article as “discussing issues of what happens when your utility is at an end, and dealing with your legacy.” It’s also an album with heavy themes of sex and death.

The opener, “Break into Your Heart,” with it’s heavy, menacing bass by Dean Fertita (of Queens of the Stone Age) is about Pop willing to do whatever it takes to win the object of his desire. “Gardenia” has Pop and Joshua Homme (also of QOTSA as well as Eagles of Death Metal) singing of a “black goddess in a shabby raincoat” with an “hourglass glass” and “slant devil eyes” and how he just wants to pay for one more night with her. A friend of mine wondered if we needed a song about Iggy Pop, who was sixty-nine years old at the time, getting laid. I figured a guy pushing seventy singing about how he’s wanting (and, let’s face it, getting) more sex than guys decades younger than he is pretty damn punk rock.

“American Valhalla” is a song about figuring out what’s left behind after we die. “Death is the the pill that’s tough to swallow…I’m not the man with everything. I’ve nothing but my name. Lonely, lonely deeds that no one sees…Where is American Valhalla?” Everyone wants to know the answer to this, especially when we realize it’s not found in consumerism, Instagram, or reality TV. Homme’s guitar on “In the Lobby” reminds me of Mick Ronson‘s chops, and Pop’s vocals about hoping he doesn’t lose his life as he walks behind his shadow as “the dancing kids” who are out for their kicks are oblivious to the passage of time.

“Sunday” is a tale of enduring the drudgery of the work week and, I suspect, the life of a rock star (“This job is a masquerade of recreation.” / “I’ve got it all, but what’s it for?”) just to get to a day off. “Vulture,” with its spaghetti western showdown percussion from Matt Helders (of Arctic Monkeys) is about the spectre of death and record company executives waiting to bleed you dry.

You can’t help but wonder if Pop is writing from experience on “German Days” – a song about Bavarian brothels, “champagne on ice,” and the opportunity to “germinate in a German way.” Pop did spend many years in Berlin, so I’ll take his word for it. “Chocolate Drops” is about letting go of the past and not fearing death, and it’s no secret that Homme’s work on this album helped him after the terrorist attack at an Eagles of Death Metal show in 2015.

The album ends with the angry rants of “Paraguay,” in which Pop sings about “going where sore losers go to hide my face and spend my dough.” Pop is sick of sycophants and tired of the constant barrage of knowledge and information. He’s tired of living in a place where everyone is afraid and chooses to live in that fear. The song breaks down close to the four-minute mark into a fiery rant from Pop in which he tears down us, the listeners, that he’s sick of our “evil and poisonous intentions” while Homme, Fertita, and Helders chant “Wild animals, they do. Never wonder why, just do what they goddamn do.”

Thankfully, this wasn’t Pop’s last record, as some thought it might be. He isn’t leaving for Paraguay just yet, but Post-Pop Depression is a warning that he might at any moment and not look back at us as he does. It’s also a warning for us to get off our asses, throw away our laptops, and make something of our lives before we’ve run out of time.

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Review: King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard – Live in Adelaide ’19

This is the first of three (so far) live albums released this month from Australian juggernauts King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. All proceeds from the purchase of Live in Adelaide ’19 (and the other live records) go toward wildlife rescue efforts during Australia’s horrible brush fires.

The home crowd set is a great one that mixes tracks from Infest the Rats’ Nest, Fishing for Fishies, I’m in Your Mind Fuzz, Flying Microtonal Banana, Polygondwanaland, and Float Along – Fill Your Lungs.

They come out roaring with “Planet B,” “Mars for the Rich,” and “Venusian 1” – any of which can flatten the uninitiated. “Cyboogie” is a switch to synth-blues and the grooves of “Real’s Not Real,” “Hot Water” (with guest flute from Adam Halliwell of Mildlife) and “Open Water.” “Sleep Drifter” is one of those songs that always delights when you hear it live.

“Billabong Valley” is always a crowd favorite because Ambrose Kenny-Smith takes on lead vocals in the song about an Outback outlaw. “The Bird Song” is another great live treat, as the song is so happy and groovy you can’t help but smile when you hear it. Things get weird on “Inner Cell,” a tune that had a menacing buzz throughout it, and “Loyalty,” which has plenty of odd time signatures to amaze you.

The groove on “Plastic Boogie” makes you think the song should’ve been named “Solid Rock Boogie.” The band then heads back into thrash metal with “Organ Farmer” (which is bonkers) and “Self-Immolate” before learning they still have thirty-five minutes of stage time left. What to do? How about playing a nearly half-hour version of “Head On / Pill” which is nothing short of outstanding?

This is a solid live album by one of the best live bands on the planet right now, and you can’t beat the price and you’re contributing to a great cause when you buy it. It’s a win for everyone.

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Review: Praÿ – self-titled

Hailing from Lyon, France, doom metal trio Praÿ (Antonie Berthet-Bondet – drums, Maud Gibbons – guitar, and Jason Rols – bass) let you know right away on their self-titled album that they are not screwing around with you.

Rols’ opening bass on the first track, “First Trip,” sets the creepy tone / begins the ritual and soon Gibbons’ guitar is calling to ancient things beyond the stars and Berthet-Bondet’s drums are heralding their arrival. The song floats into psychedelia close to the nine-minute mark and brings back to Earth, although we return wondering if there are things lurking in the shadows (Spoiler: There are.)

“Heretic Eye” also gets off to a dark, quiet start before unleashing fuzzed fury that might knock you out of your chair. “Sulphur” ups the speed a bit and reveals some of the band’s prog-rock influences (mainly through some of the time signatures and Gibbons’ chords early in the track) before the raw power of all three members hits you in the chest like a sledgehammer…and then quiets down to a low rumble before smashing up the place again. The song goes through at least three changes, and each one is somehow better than the last. The final track, “Bottom of the Universe,” sounds like its emerging from a black hole somewhere beyond Alpha Centauri, so the name is appropriate. It hits you with big cymbal crashes and bass thuds and guitar chords that sound like the devil revving the engine of his hot rod. Then, the bottom drops out and we’re floating in a psychedelic Steve Ditko-drawn universe that leads us to a Jack Kirby-drawn post-apocalyptic planet.

The album is only four instrumental songs, but the shortest one is eleven minutes and twelve seconds in length. They don’t cheat the listener or themselves. They explore the shadows as long as they like. Do you dare join them on the journey?

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Review: Ancient River – After the Dawn

Ancient River (J. Barreto – guitars and vocals, Alexis Cordova – percussion and vocals) describe their new album, After the Dawn, on their Bandcamp page as “A dark, moody collection of songs written primarily on the band’s tours.” That’s as accurate a description as any I could write, but I would add one word to it – “heavy.” This is easily the heaviest, fuzziest Ancient River record I’ve heard in a long while.

The opener, “So Long Ago,” almost lulls you into a euphoric daze at first before a wrecking ball of distorted guitar fuzz and massive fills smacks you in the face. “Trust in Me” has a malevolent chug running throughout it, like something moving at the bottom of a witch’s cauldron. Cordova’s drums on “Until the End” bring Black Sabbath to mind, and Barreto’s riffs alternate between psychedelic trips and skull battle ax skull-crushers.

“The Nothing” is a quick instrumental that leads into “King Freak,” which brings in a little shoegaze to the heavy fuzz assault. “With Love” pulls you down into a world of incense smoke and peyote visions. The album ends with “Under the Stone,” which is over eight minutes of heavy jamming that will induce slow, rhythmic nodding and upper torso undulations from the sheer gravitational pull of it.

I don’t know what kind of weird, creepy things Ancient River saw on their recent tours to inspire these songs. Perhaps they ran into the monster depicted on the cover while driving their van down a dark Pacific Northwest road or stopped at a roadside market somewhere in Montana to buy some handcrafted Native American jewelry and met a talking crow. Again, I don’t know. I’m not even sure they could explain it, but that’s okay. The mystery is sometimes better than the answer, and this album is a mystery that can have different solutions depending on the kind of day on which you hear it and / or your state of mind at the time. Open it and let it alter your perception.

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Rewind Review: Iggy Pop – New Values (1979)

Iggy Pop‘s New Values was his first post-Stooges record that didn’t involve David Bowie in some way, although Bowie would later cover one of the tracks on it, but more on that later.

The album highlights Pop’s blend of performance art, lyricism, punk attitude, and crooning swagger. The opener, “Tell Me a Story,” begins with what sounds like ice being clinked into a cocktail class and Pop singing, “What must I do to take a holiday?” and proclaiming how much he loves performing but hates people who take the fun out of it. The title track has a cool guitar riff from Scott Thurston and Pop practically stomping around the recording studio as he lets us know he has “a hard-ass pair of shoulders. I got a love you can’t imagine.” He’s “looking for one new value, but nothing comes my way.” Who hasn’t been there?

“I love girls. They’re all over this world,” Pop sings on (you guessed it) “Girls.” Jackie Clark‘s fuzzy bass matches Pop’s strut well. Pop professes he wants “to live to be ninety-eight” so he can hopefully make out with more girls. He’s currently seventy-two and shows no signs of stopping, so I think he’s going to get his wish. “I’m Bored” sums up being sick of the rat race and fake friends better than any emo record ever released, and Thurston’s solo is anything but boring.

“Don’t Look Down” is the tune David Bowie found so good that he covered it on his Tonight album. It has this neat electric organ from Thurston throughout it and a sharp saxophone solo from John Harden. “The Endless Sea” gets a little psychedelic with Thurston’s synths and Harden’s horns, but Clark and drummer Klaus Kruger keep the tune grounded by putting down one of their tightest grooves on the album.

“I’m only five-foot-one. I got a pain in my neck,” Pop sings on “Five Foot One” – a song about being overwhelmed by big city life. It has probably my favorite lyric on the record: “I wish life could be Swedish magazines.” “How Do Ya Fix a Broken Part” has a cool jazz-fusion sound to it that’s unexpected and yet perfect. Pop’s vocals on “Angel” becoming wistful as he sings about missing his girl. That being said, Pop does wonder what his girl is up to on “Curiosity,” a song about trying to keep thinking good thoughts about a lover while they are away. “African Man” has Pop getting weird and funky as he sings about eating a monkey for breakfast and how he hates the “dirty white man.” Pop is a known lover of Afrobeat music, so this tune might’ve been an early sign of that. The album ends with the post-punk cut “Billy Is a Runaway,” a sharp track tells the tale of a kid who’s living on the edge of everything, something Pop appreciates to the point of buying him a drink.

New Values is a cool record that covers a neat part of Pop’s career when he was moving away from punk and into post-punk and art rock, but never losing his prowling tiger presence.

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Review: Screaming Females – Singles Too

Covering the earliest years of Screaming Females‘ career of singles recorded in ramshackle studios in New Jersey to remixes of hit singles made in high-end studios in Los Angeles, Singles Too is a great collection of rare cuts, B-sides, digital releases, remixes, and cover tunes from the punk power trio.

The first two tracks, “Arm Over Arm” and “Zoo of Death” (and why isn’t that the title of a Poverty Row thriller from the 1930’s starring George Zucco?), are some of the earliest ones ever made by Screaming Females. You can hear the early evidence of future epic shredding from singer / guitarist Marissa Paternoster, just nineteen-years-old at the time, getting all she can out of the studio time. “No Being Disgusting” is saw raw that it’s almost like wrecking on your skateboard and into a pile of gravel (and I mean that in the best possible way).

“Pretty Okay” brings Mike Abbate‘s bass to the forefront as he pummels you with sheer power. “I dig on calculus,” Paternoster sings at the beginning of “I Do” – a song about doing out of the ordinary stuff to get the attention of a crush. The song is more power-grunge than math rock, however, as evidenced by Paternoster’s Bob Mould-influenced solo. The song devolves into sludgy, warped that wouldn’t be out of place on a doom metal album. “Ancient Civilization” is where the album starts to turn toward higher production and sharper sound, but no less fuzz and power. Abbate’s thick bass grooves return on “Let Me In,” and drummer Jarrett Dougherty sounds like he’s somehow juggling toms and playing them at the same time.

Paternoster’s screaming vocals on the chorus of “Skeleton” are, as I read on a YouTube comment about one of Screaming Females’ live shows, “punk as fuck.” The acoustic demo of “Hopeless” (one of their most popular tracks) is lovely. I can’t describe it better than that. “Take It Back” is more solid punk and the remix of “End of My Bloodline” brings in some of Dougherty’s beloved hip-hop beats and some slick rapping in place of Paternoster’s vocals. Dougherty lays down a wicked beat on “Cortez the Killer” – the band’s sizzling cover of the Neil Young classic.

Their cover of Sheryl Crow‘s “If It Makes You Happy” is a welcome addition to the album, as it’s been a popular tune at their live shows for years (plus, it rocks hard). There’s a quick cover of Guided By Voices‘ “A Good Flying Bird,” and then a fun, bass-heavy cover of Taylor Swift‘s “Shake It Off.” The album closes with a lovely cover of Eurythmics‘ “No More I Love You’s.”

This is an great collection and essential if you’re a Screaming Females fan.

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Review: Rogue Satellites – Baby I’m Jeff

Detroit’s Rogue Satellites (Lisa Poszywak and Jaye Thomas) have been making fuzzy psych / shoegaze since 2012 and their newest EP, Baby I’m Jeff, takes on a 1990’s grunge edge to their sound normally steeped in stuff from the 1960’s through the 1980’s.

The EP starts with the heavy, chugging “Mercury in Retrograde.” In case you weren’t aware, a lot of astrologers and people who take astrology at least semi-seriously believe that the recent retrograde passing of Mercury in our solar system is responsible for a lot of bad vibes, anger, and suffering that occurred in 2019. Poszywak’s vocals and lyrics express how ready she, and all of us, are ready to be over 2019 and all the negative energy it carried with it.

“I can see the future, you’re still acting like you care,” Thomas sings on “I Can See the Future” – a track about a doomed relationship that sounds like an early Failure track with it’s screeching guitars, echoing vocals, and synth stabs. “Son of an Atom Bomb” reminds us that they haven’t kept all their psychedelic influences off the EP. The raw bass, guitar distortion, and simple yet hard beats are bliss for neo-psychedelia fans like yours truly.

“Autopilot Says Yes” slows things down (but doesn’t skip on the sludge) with a song about going along for the ride with someone who might not be the best person to hang out with, but you’re willing to take the risk for some fun. The closing title track is an acoustic cut of what sounds like a love song, but is actually a plea to a woman from the point of view of an abusive dickweed.

It’s a fun EP that makes you want to hear more of their work, as any good EP should do.

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